Blood out of a stone

Yesterday, on the local radio, I heard a story about a family camping outside the council house, protesting that they wanted a house. They got it wrong. What they needed to do, was swim.to Calais , secret themselves in a lorry and come back to Dover. Seriously. I took time to study these people. Nice tents. Well fed and most smoking? On the pittance of ESA I claimed, before being found fit to work? I could not afford cigarettes...even if I smoked? Well I did once...up to 40 a day....but will power is all that's required....oh and jumping out of a plane and smashing oneself up. They have moved now...obviously..a few days is all they could manage. At breakfast tv...a bloke...who fathered 15 children....paying for none? Who runs this country? Who can't see what's happening. I am sick of it. The tax payer is being drained to pay for these these...well.....fill your own words in. My fight back...I try and stay under the tax threshold....so I can.deprive at least one skank out of their can of special brew.

Lurch

As you know, I rarely cycle the roads now, sticking firmly to cycle paths. These to have hidden dangers. Dogs off leads. Children running out of hedges. Discarded bottles . But I have the horn. Yes a horn that is louder than the loudest trumpet concerto  written by rimsky  corsatoff  in Db minor demented. It can be heard from 100yards. I have to wear ear plugs as it's that bloody loud. But not to the family playing doleman go today. Straddling  the whole path we had mum staring at phone..three children staring at Aldi and dad..with ciggie drooping out of corner making a human barrier. I hit my fog horn from a hundred  feet away. No movement.  50 feet...nothing.... 10 feet...not a brain cell stirred ...eyes still firmly fixed on phones and kids asking for sweets. Slowing fast I actually rolled up to the youngest child. I looked at the zombified  father and said politely ' if you could move a little quicker please ' The chap had obviously taken many university courses to secure work. One must have been foreign  languages as he uttered the prose ' F+CK OFF.  My immediate reply was ' Oh wait...I have seen you on.Jeremy Kyle haven't I?' He had no reply...so I cycled into the wilderness actually wondering if I had. As much sense as the discussion I was having with a local councillor  on twatter  last night. Some people only see what is front of their faces.....I need coffee...